She would yell at me if i told her i hate him
I want to yell at her for pretending she loves him
He's constantly violent, but she would never disobey 'his highness,'
and i find myself eyes closed,
caught in the crossfire,
constantly dreaming of silence.
She makes herself small just so he can feel big
Always trying to put a lid on his merciless rage
All this anger makes this house feel like a cage
And she is a wounded songbird i wish to release on day.
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Whispers From A Caged Bird
PoezieJust some poems from one trapped soul to another. IMPORTANT: Since my words are already censored in real life, I will not be censoring them here. I made the rating for everyone but beware, their will be mentions of some dark topics that may trigge...
